MARION. He told Isobel, dear.
WILLIAM. So we are to believe. And of course I was careful to let the public understand that this was so in my letter to the Times. But in what circumstances did he express the wish? (He suddenly realises OLIVER’S cigarette and says sharply) Oliver, you know quite well that your grandfather—— (But then he remembers where grandfather is.)
OLIVER (not understanding). Yes?
MARION. I think Father meant—of course Grandfather can’t see you now—not to mind.
WILLIAM. I should have thought your instinct would have told you that this is hardly the moment, when Oliver Blayds is just laid to rest——
MARION. Your cigarette, dear.
OLIVER. Oh! (He throws it away.) Sorry, Mother, if you mind. I didn’t think it would matter either way—now.
MARION. That’s all right, dear.
WILLIAM. As I was saying, in what circumstances did he express the wish?
MARION. What, dear?